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X. Alcohol and Magic Spells (II.)

She gave him a flat look. "No. Your dad did."

"Stop with the beer. I can smell punch and soda. Give them those."

She frowned. "But your parents..."

"Give. Them. Those. I don't want any stupid teenager drunk in my party. For how long have you been serving?"

"Twenty minutes." She looked down at the hand still clutching her dress. "Can you let go of me now?"

He brutally pushed her back and stepped away. She caught herself before she fell, and burnt holes into his receding back with her eyes. "Asshole."

"I heard that."

Even with the loud music, his level voice still reached her ears. She snorted loudly and went to stash away the crates of beer.

"Nice try, Dad," Eric mind-linked his father.

"What?" He sounded irritated.

"Beer. Really? And what are you and Mom doing at my party?"

No response.

He shook his head and mentally rolled his eyes. "You two never get tired or ever have self-control." He pushed away someone who was staggering into his path. He hoped that barmaid had done as he'd instructed. "Where are you?"

"Room seventy-eight."

He growled lowly. A couple dancing near him heard it and scampered away quickly. "Best fûcking parents in the fûcking world."

"Go get laid." Then, he shut him out.

Eric sat on a stool at the snacks bar and ordered for three hamburgers. Tonight was going to be a long night; he could see that.

When he was done with his first burger, someone joined him. By the scent he got, it was a girl. He glanced at her. She wasn't new. What was her name again? They shared only biology and literature classes.

"Hi. I'm Kathryn."

He looked at her very well. Oh yeah, he remembered now. Kathryn Moon.

She gave him a saucy smile. Her strawberry blonde hair gleamed dark pink under the disco lights. Her full lush lips were painted red, and her bright green eyes held charm. The burgundy dress she wore was strapless on one shoulder and hugged her immature, lithe body sensually, stopping mid-thigh. He wondered how she walked in her spiny five-inch heels.

"What do you want?" he asked before looking away and taking a first bite in his second burger.

"Fun." She quickly snatched his remaining burger and bit into it.

He glared at her. "I thought girls watch their weight."

"Well," she purred, tossing her hair to a side, "you don't get so much fat from sharing a burger with someone."

Irritated, he slammed his half-eaten burger on the paper plate, and turned to face her. "What's your deal?" He couldn't prod into her thoughts, her scent was off. Heck, she reeked of so much suspicion.

"Hmm." Those red lips curled up into a sly smile. Her eyes darted around him. She leaned closer towards him, and he noticed her nonexistent cleavage. "I might stop bugging you if you give me a dance." The pop music that had been playing had now changed to a waltz. Couples were up on the floor, stuck to each other, and gliding slowly to the song.

"Fück off." He returned to his snack.

Kathryn seemed to ignore his icy retort, really persistent to remain at his side. He had to give her credit for her determination. She even finished off the burger she'd taken a bite from. Actually, he'd refused it after she'd touched it.